Hot town, summer in the city.

[mostdangerousbird]

Who: Tim “TJ” Drake mostdangerousbird & Open
What: Open post for July. For now, Tim is looking for the younger Dick Grayson. Wildcards welcome, more starters will be added upon request.
When: Anytime in July
Where: Central City (ask if otherwise)
Content Warnings: If needed


[ After a flurry of family texts clued Tim into the presence of a teenaged Dick Grayson, well, he had to investigate. He’s used up his Flight of the Navigator jokes on Damian being older than he is, but that doesn’t mean Dick gets off easy. There’s still so many time travel references to plunder.

He decides to do this in stages, beginning with pulling up records on where the tracker Jason planted on his little big brother has been. A young Dick wouldn’t know Tim Drake, and Tim wants to bank an excess of information to force trust. It’s less invasive than hitting him with the details of his alternate’s life.

So Rook’s darting across the city a little early tonight; the sun’s only just set and the sky is still bright with twilight. But he can’t wandee to Herondodo’s Hideaway in street clothes in the current climate. Safehouses get blown, and not all of the Guild goons are dumb. Rooftops and masks are the best bet.

The stoplight colors of his uniform are mostly gone - Tim redid the red and yellow with black and green, leaving him almost entirely in black with muted forest green boots, gloves, and accents. He’s difficult to spot, although he’s paused on the roof of an office building a block from the safehouse. He’s got a clear view of the windows, but he’ll have to grapple to another building first before he can get there.

But - wait. There. In the other direction. There’s someone else on another dark roof, and, given the proximity, that’s not okay. He’ll wait to see what they’re doing before moving in. ]

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[hackingyoursensors]

[ Dick leans against the doorframe with his arms crossed but his body language (relatively) open otherwise. ]

Four years. How did you become Robin?

[mostdangerousbird]

There was no Robin at the time, and it was wearing on B. I could tell.

[ The real question is how the hell could you, as a civilian, tell, but Tim's not going to give him that. ]

I tried to convince Dick to come back, but he refused. So I basically demanded the role. So are you 13 or 14 now?

[hackingyoursensors]

[ Dick frowns as he takes that in. Bruce has handling himself as Batman before Dick came along. But, looking back on it, having a partner made him more effective. And careful. ]

Fourteen. How did you know Batman and not-exactly-me before you became Robin?

[mostdangerousbird]

Ah. Well... you, actually. My parent's took me to the circus. You were about 9. I was 3. I had one of those souvenir DVDs they sold.

[ Tim is deliberately trimming details to be delicate. He doesn't like remembering too much of that night. Dick less so. ]

I saw Robin do your signature move when I was 9. I never told anyone though, until I walked into Wayne Manor and told you and Alfred that I knew everything.

[hackingyoursensors]

[ Dick hopes Tim caught one of the good performances, not their last one. But he doesn't want to ask, just in case. Three years old is still old enough to remember something like that.

At the confession that Tim knew for years because of his signature move, Dick laughs. ]

I guess I'm lucky no one was paying as much attention as you were.

[mostdangerousbird]

Gotham's not that big. You would've needed to be someone who watched the Flying Grayson's performances obsessively, who lived in Gotham, who had a habit of sneaking around at night trying to get pictures of Batman and Robin who actually pulled it off without getting caught.

[ Tim holds out a plain bullet-proof vest. It's Tim-sized, but that's means it's considerably smaller than some of the other armor. ]

Maybe you could find 2 of the 4 - a reporter - but that first one narrows it down significantly. Try this on.

[hackingyoursensors]

[ Tim's skill is impressive. It must have been for him not to be caught by Batman and Robin or anyone else who hides in Gotham's shadows. So he's right to seem proud of it, but all Dick can think is 'it sounds lonely.'

He takes the bulletproof vest and inspects it before slipping it on. It's not exactly a snug fit, but it will work as long as he pulls the straps very, very tight. ]

Why were you obsessed with the Flying Graysons?

[ Batman and Robin? Sure. A lot of people are obsessed with them. But the Flying Graysons? That's a little more niche. ]